To Perfectionism:

You told me that my worth is equal to my accomplishments

But gold medals and state titles are too heavy 

and my neck might just snap under all your expectations.

I push and try and scream silently

because no one can see just how imperfect my mind is.

all they see is perfection.

no, all they see is what should be perfect

because 2 + 2 can't equal 5 but somehow I still got an A on that test

because you told me to.

My math notes must have an error somewhere,

because my handwriting is worse than yours

but you know what?

I like silver medals better anyways.